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We are children in a field of dreams.   Waiting.   Watching.   The floating dreams above us wait.   We watch.   The floating dreams are always just out of reach,  
There I was, caught in labyrinth. Time & time again I found myself lost. Following Cupid's arrow. Round & round I turned. Still I was a fool to not admit my denial. Chasing an arrow not meant for me.
I was a man of industry Wrought iron bars towards the distance Eden was promising company Reapers mowed through the gardens Heavenly light begged for shadows Peter sang out, "efficiency"
Looking back I always find you With no dreams left behind In my thoughts you are buried You I find..............................   With love and kindness you're filled Your heart fashioned within
Echo, you privilege soul Stand by as I pillage your home Watch as they rave your condemnation We have yet to live.  
Never had to break a
The peddels to the bike were stiff because of that cold morning  Gears groaned as the wheels roatated, stuggling to find its rythem I was behind my friends,  but then again I was always behind my friends.
I paused in the presence of sound. It played like gentle background music Set within a silent, theatrical film. Everything melted away so quickly.   I became more than a miniscule thread
This life comes with so many demands..but it seem as if you  lost your understanding of being a man..but how can you be that which you have never had in your life..a man that can show or tell you the difference betwe
One day, an old man came up to me and asked, "Child, What are you looking for?"   I responded by saying, "All my life, I have been looking
There is this beauty of men I have.. Walking past my eyes I take mini pictures.. From their mouth that's clean like fresh snow... To their bodies that they take time to grow.. I could always admire a man..
Everyone wants everyone else to look at them;
Destroyed from the inside out,A tragedy sinners do not mourn.No pity for a star.   Here bright and burning,Here dark and cold,Alive as a star,Dead as a star.  
She spends her time looking for truthIn the ruins of BabelAmong the pariahs and lepersJust another lost soulTurned away from societyHer only crimeWas to loveThe wrong soulThat sung half truths
  I never thought I’d be here now But I always knew  I’d find you somehow Still, the cease of the smile on my face Brings me to believe That I’m still not in the right place/
You are always waitingBut what are you waiting forAre you afraid if you go out to find itThat it may leaveOr that it will end up where you once wereSo shall you wait forever for something to happen
I don’t know which I care for more: The sewing machine on the shelf Or my starving piggy bank. All the different settings Sing songs with lyrics That are in a different language
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